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A day or two after meeting up with Rory to catch up after an extended stretch of light communication, Axton was stepping off a bus on the corner of two busy streets. The large building dominating the corner was his destination. Renegade Media, Axton had heard about it number of times, but he wasn't entirely sure what all they hand their hands in, besides knowing for certain they owned the little coffee shop a couple of blocks over that Rory worked at.

She was supposed to be meeting him here, putting in a good word with her boss. Hopefully his resume would speak for himself, but he understood that being a new graduate with no experience, he might not be the most desirable employee just yet. Which had always been a point of dread for him, all through college.

How were you supposed to get experience if no one wanted to take a chance on you?

Ax glanced down at the phone in his hand to check the time before slipping it into the back pocket of his charcoal slacks. He gave the sleeves of his light blue button down a tug to free them of wrinkles, checked the knot of his dark tie one last time, and then headed inside to see if his younger friend was there yet.

She caught him with his hand on the handle of the door, and he half turned at the sound of her voice, brows arching in surprise before his delight in seeing her won over by way of a large, only slightly nervous grin. "Hey, no worries. The bus might be late, but you're not."

Holding his hand out towards her, he enveloped her into a one armed hug as she drew nearer, brushing a kiss against her temple. As he let her go he tucked a strand of flay-away hair back behind the curve of her ear. Using those few seconds to draw in a deep, steadying breath and hold it.

As he let it go he nodded, pale eyes turning back towards the doors. "Yep, let's do this." As he pulled it open he ushered her through.

He reminded himself that it wouldn't be the end of the world if he didn't find employment here. That he still had a job at the thrift store, and that his manager there had told him he could move up to full time hours for a while. This wasn't his only shot to find a job that he might be able to use his degree at.

Even with the reminder though, he was still nervous.

Rory's nerves weren't exactly a comforting or reassuring sign, but he did his best not to focus on them. They could have been spawned by what they where here to do, but they just as easily could have been half a dozen other things. So regardless the origin, if they lingered past this meeting with her boss, he'd address them then.

Which wasn't to say he wouldn't try to be comforting in his own right. A hand came up to linger on her back as they approached the desk, lowering only as she slid him the sign in sheet to write his name on. As he slid it back to the receptionist he gave her a charming smile, plucking up his pass from the counter so he could clip it to the front pocket of his shirt.

Stepping back, he waiting patiently for Rory to lead the way to the elevators so they could head up to the offices on the top floor. Saving a gnawing question until the silvered doors slid shut around them. "So what's he like, your boss?" What could Axton do to give himself the best chance of catching this guys interest.

Intense, fair, charismatic...

Axton nodded along as Rory talked about the man he was about to meet, and despite everything she said being more or less reassuring, it really only seemed to make him more nervous.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets to keep them still, eyes lifting up to watch the numbers climb as the elevator rose up.

This want a big deal, not really. Either he'd get a job, or he wouldn't. It wasn't as if his life style depended upon this single interview going well. It hadn't even been an option to consider until a few days ago. But that wasn't how logic or nerves worked.

As the doors opened he stared out at the office at the end of the hall, and fell into step at Rory's side after only the slightest pause.

Axton was quiet as he followed Rory down the hall towards the door of the office, quiet as they stepped inside and his young friend greeted the man sitting behind the desk. (He was younger than Axton had been expecting. A lean cut with a flash of pink in otherwise dark hair, and the sort of smile that suggested he might just know what you're thinking, and finds it all terribly amusing.)

Axton blinked as Rory looked back at him, dragging him out of his own head. "Yes, thank you for taking the time to talk with me." He smiled in return, something charming and hopefully humble.

He didn't say much at first, but it was said with the sort of command that suggested he was used to giving orders and having them followed. It was the sort of command Axton had a tendency to respond to, and he found himself moving forward to take a seat without even really realizing he'd moved. Which was fine. A good quality in a boss, he supposed.

Even if the intensity in that gaze inspired fidgeting.

The blonde refused to give into the impulse and instead set his hands on the arms of the chair. "Yes, that's right. I'm a recent graduate of DCU, and I'm looking to step into the work force, preferably into something that might relate in some way to my degree." He stopped himself from saying too much too soon. He didn't want to ramble on senselessly and ruin his chances.

Axton nodded, fingers flexing where they rested on the arms of his chair. "I emailed it to the corporate address yesterday morning," he answered simply enough before falling quiet again so Chase could continue.

Somehow the description of the company and what it was looking for managed to elicit a sense of confidence--because Axton was sure he could bring something new to the table that fit within that business model--but also dread, as if he'd already been rejected. Which he hadn't, and took a moment to remind himself of that before answering the other man's question.

"I got a bachelors in recreation and leisure studies, with a minor in management studies." No matter where he went, he figured having something like that to add to his resume would help him out. Or so he'd hoped when he'd added the classes to he course schedule.

The comment on his resume hit with a spike of fresh anxiety, but Axton pushed aside his nerves, shifting in his chair to sit up a little straighter before he answered the other man.

"Leisure Studies Management tends to go hand in hand with small or large scale events where the primary focus of the function is enjoyment and recreation." For such a broad strokes sort of degree, it wasn't the easiest to explain.

Pale eyes flicked to Rory, just for a second, before landing back on Chase. He drew in a breath and let it out before continuing, smiling in what he hoped was a show of gathered confidence. "Renegade Media is a growing company with a hand in many avenues of entertainment, and that's what this degree is all about. Events planning and organization, personnel coordination and management, making sure all bases are covered and there are back up plans in place should anything unexpected happen."

Pale hands lifted from the arms of his chair to fold on his lap instead, presenting false sense of calm.

It was a daunting proposal, and the weight of it settled on Axton's shoulders like a lead vest, but he didn't back down or shy away from it. This was what he'd gone to school for, he'd had to do this any number of times for assignments in the past. Maybe not to this magnitude, but that didn't matter. He knew how to do this, he just had to do it repeatedly, and in short order.

It was going to be a challenge, but he was confident he could rise to meet it.

And if he didn't, if he put the work in and still didn't get the job, than at the very least he'd have gained some experience from the process.

Shoulders squaring, he nodded in understanding to the man behind the desk, before answering the question. "No questions. I'll set up a meeting with your receptionist for next week."